Go find yourself a problem on your own
And saw the very branch you’re sitting on
Plunge into the slough in your freefall
And out of fear for your own life
Scratch your open sores until you die
Play your nerves to set your soul alight
Who am I to deny
All these pretty colors of human race?
Who am I to justify
All these ugly colors of human race?
Everyone is rushing in the fight
But two blacks surely do not make a white
While in the end the people will turn blue
If you're young, you're doomed to be called green
It may have a bad effect on self-esteem
While full of anger, red is what you seem
Who am I to deny
All these pretty colors of human race?
Who am I to justify
All these ugly colors of human race?
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